When I walked back in my door with the pizza, a pretty but angry blonde, who was again wearing my old t-shirt, was standing in my living room, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Hello, Mark," Jessi said, glaring at me.
"Hi Jessi," I replied. "I have the pizza."
"I see that," she responded. "And I got your note."
"Great," I smiled at her. "Everything worked out."
"Just give me the pizza, Mark," she snapped. "And get some plates."
"This is my house," I reminded her, trying hard not to laugh.
"Be careful or you won't get anything later," she warned me.
"I see," I said. "So, you mean if I felt under my shirt that you are wearing, I would not find you ready?"
Jessi, who was in the process of putting the pizza box down on the table, looked up at me and fixed me with one of those typical Jessi stares.
"Maybe you would, maybe you wouldn't," she told me. "Let's just eat, then you can find out for yourself how ready I may or may not be."
"Or I could bend you over the table and fuck you, and we could have cold pizza after," I countered, winking at my younger lover.
Jessi glared at me for several seconds, and I was quite sure she was trying to decide if she was angry enough about the fact that had I left without her to go pick up the pizza that she would pretend not to be aroused. However, as several more seconds went by, I began to wonder if she really was angry enough not to be aroused, despite her earlier assertion that she usually was aroused around me, even when angry. I was just about to apologize when a smile lit her face and her gaze softened.
"I like cold pizza," she grinned, then pulled the t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside.
I grabbed Jess's hair and pulled her to me for a quick but hard kiss, then I turned her around and pushed her forward so that she was bracing herself with her hands on the table. Using a knee, I pushed her legs apart before running a hand up her inner thigh to her almost dripping pussy.
"Well, that answers the question as to whether you are ready," I teased as I began to slip my fingers in and out of her.
"But are you ready to fuck me, Mr. Warner?" she asked as she reached back and felt my rapidly hardening penis through my jeans. "Mmmm... pretty darn close, it feels."
I did not respond verbally - instead, I reached around her torso with the hand not playing with her pussy and grabbed one of her breasts. I squeezed it for a moment, then pinched the nipple and pulled it forward. The blonde threw her head back and pushed her bare bottom up against my groin, moaning as she did so.
Moving my hand from between her legs, I fumbled at the buttons on my jeans while leaning forward and kissing the side of her nicely arched neck. I was rewarded with a shiver and a whine, then more moaning as I switched my hand to her other breast and repeated what I had done to the first.
"Fuck, I need you in me," she told me while I was still trying to undue my pants sufficiently to slide them down.
In order to speed up the process, I let go of her breast and stepped back. I quickly finished with the buttons on my jeans and pulled them and my underwear off together. I did not bother removing my socks or my shirt, although I was reminded of the time Jessi had teased me about how unsexy it would have been if I had kept my socks on. It had been our first time together, and she had said she was so horny she would not really have cared if I had left them on, but she had teased me about it later.
Still, I did not want to waste the time, so I decided to just go ahead with my socks on. Jessi, who had groaned and pushed her hips back to try to make contact with me after I had stepped away to remove my pants, was looking over her shoulder at me, her vivid blue eyes first focusing on my face, then my now fully erect and free penis, and finally, to my discomfort, my bare legs and still sock-covered feet.
The lovely blonde smirked and raised an eyebrow, and I knew she was thinking about the same thing that had occupied my mind just moments earlier. However, I found that I really didn't care if she teased me later. All I wanted to do was to push myself inside of her tight pussy and give us both as much pleasure as possible. But first, she had to be punished for that smirk, so I smacked her nicely shaped ass once, hard enough to cause her lips to form into an 'O' shape before she grinned and turned to look forward again.
"I am going to fuck you now, Jessi," I informed her as I grabbed her hips and stepped up right behind her. "Are you ready?"
"I thought I told you that I am almost always ready when I'm with you, Mr. Warner," Jessi replied as I began rubbing my erection against her moist labia. "The only time I'm not is when you've fucked me so hard that I'm sore, and even that doesn't keep me from getting wet around you."
"What about the time you were so pissed at me that you slapped me," I reminded her as I pushed the head of my shaft inside of her tight warmth.
"I'm always wet when I am angry with you, Mr. Warner," she groaned. "I'm a fucked up little slut. You know that."
I thought back over the arguments in which Jessi and I had engaged, and I found it disconcertingly arousing to realize that she had been in that state during them.
"The only times I'm not wet is when I panic, or I have to shut down my feelings, and even then sometimes..." Jessi was saying, but she trailed off when I pulled the tip of my penis from inside of her.
"What are you doing? No! Please don't stop! I need you... ffffffuuuuuccccckkkk!"
In the middle of Jessi begging, I had tightened my grip on her slender but sensuously curved thighs and rammed the full length of my erection into her in one stroke. As my younger lover shuddered and pressed back against me, I held myself still to let her adjust to me being inside of her. Then, I ran my hands up her sides and around to her chest, where I firmly grasped one of her modest breasts in each hand.
"Oh fuck yes, Mark!" she exclaimed. "I love it when you play rough with my tits."
I smiled, although Jessi could not see me, and then kissed the back of her neck. The blonde shuddered again, then whined when I pulled my penis mostly back out of her. However, that whine turned to a yelp when I shoved it back in hard enough to make her butt cheeks quiver.
"You want it hard like that," I asked her as I pulled back again, "Or soft and..."
"Hard!" she interrupted me. "Hard and fast and rough."
"Like this?" I asked, as I moved one hand away from her breasts and pulled her hair while simultaneously thrusting forcefully into her and twisting one breast.
"FUCK YES!" she screamed.
Then, to my surprise, as I thought she would need more buildup, Jessi's body went rigid while she grunted quietly. While that all was happening, I also felt her pussy quiver and clench at me, and I knew she was in the midst of an orgasm. Her climax did not last long, however, and in almost the time it took for me to realize she was experiencing an orgasm, her body relaxed and she slumped slightly forward, her head hanging down.
"Did you cum?" I asked her, although I was quite sure she had.
"Yes," she rasped as her breathing slowed. "A little one. It just hit me."
"Are you ready for more?" I asked as I began slowly thrusting in and out of her.
